Page 66 of Bully for Sale
Ezer whimpered and shoved his hips back. Ned reached down and held his cock steady, letting Ezer work himself onto it. The tight, hot, wet sensation on the head of his cock as he thrust in took his breath away. He loved the first press into Ezer. It was one of the most beautiful parts of fucking. The joining of their bodies. The two becoming one.
Now though he did nothing. He simply let Ezer’s hot ass consume his aching cock, and then held still as Ezer seemed to fall back to sleep, impaled on his hardness. For some time, Ezer’s body went limp and loose, his breathing evening out, and aside from the thump of his pulse around Ned’s dick, there was no movement or attempt to escalate the situation.
Ned held himself in place, nipples tingling, balls aching. He desperately wanted to thrust in and out, fuck Ezer until he cried out again. He burned to do all the things he knew Ezer liked, and a few he wasn’t sure Ezer liked at all, but which always elicited gorgeous sounds and a powerful orgasm from his omega.
But Ned restrained himself.
Time passed slowly—his cock in Ezer’s body, hard and yearning—until he, too, fell into a restless, horny sleep. Short moments or long minutes later, he didn’t know in his half-conscious state, he woke to Ezer grinding back on him, whimpering, and clawing at the sheets.
In his snatch of sleep, Ned had dreamed of fucking Ezer over a table in the middle of their school cafeteria while Finch and Braden had cheered him on. It’d been upsetting, but at the same time, hot, and he’d been just about to come in his dream when he’d woken.
Ezer moved eagerly, working himself on Ned’s dick. Ned groaned, the hot, slick heat on his cock making him tremble. He threw his arm around Ezer, breathing in the scent of his sweat, and Ezer tensed, grunted, and then, with a high-pitched cry, convulsed hard in Ned’s arms. The scent of Ezer’s cum filled the dark room.
“Oh, fuck,” Ned gritted out, his own balls drawn up tight, and on the verge himself. Ezer panted and moaned, still trembling as the scent of cum grew stronger in the air. Ned wasn’t going to hold back now. He rolled Ezer onto his stomach, wrapped his arms around him, and buried his face in Ezer’s sweaty hair. He moaned, fucking into him with sharp, fast thrusts, and as the pleasure crested unbearably, he bit Ezer’s shoulder, making him cry out. Ned shot his load deep, his body pulsing with pleasure and mind-numbing, spangled bliss. As it passed, he released the bite and licked Ezer’s skin, feeling the imprint of his teeth.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Sorry.”
But Ezer reached back, tugged Ned’s ass to draw him in deeper, and quivered beneath him with a wild whimper. He’d liked it.
Ned’s cock pumped again, sending another burst of cum into Ezer’s body. Ned sucked on the bitemark on Ezer’s shoulder until his heart rate slowed. Then he rolled off Ezer’s back and pulled out.
Ezer panted in the darkness, shifting so that they weren’t touching. “Don’t fuck me in my sleep,” he said, after the long silence between them—filled only with the sounds of their labored breathing—grew almost painful.
“I woke up andyouwere fuckingme,” Ned defended. It was mostly true. He’d just held his dick in place to help Ezer get onto it. He hadn’t moved at all until the end when he’d taken Ezer’s ass hard.
“Mm,” Ezer said. He didn’t sound like he thought Ned was lying, but he didn’t sound like he believed him either.
“You pushed your ass onto my dick,” Ned went on. “I thought you wanted it.”
Ezer sighed and rolled closer. Ned wished he could see his eyes in the darkness. Even when they stared at him in hatred or rage, Ned still loved Ezer’s gorgeous eyes.
“I can’t hate you when you’ve filled me with your cum,” Ezer murmured. “Iwantto hate you, but every time it gets harder. Did you know that my body assimilates your cum into a kind of physiological drug? It makes a person feel like they’re in love to promote bonding.”
“You feel like you’re in love with me?” Ned asked, and he was ashamed of his eagerness and obvious hope.
“No. But right now I don’t hate you, and, worse, I feel like one day soon I’ll even like you.”
“You think that’s just from the cum?”
“Yeah.” Ezer scooted closer and rested his head on Ned’s shoulder, trailing his fingers up and down Ned’s abdomen and chest, feeling him all over. “And in the dark, it’s easier, too. I can’t see you, so I can just give in. Drift here with you and all your fleshy goodness.”
“‘Fleshy goodness’?” Hedidsound a little high.
“Mm,” Ezer muttered. “I’m the omega my father wanted me to be now,” he said drowsily. “Pregnant, well-fucked, sated but sure to be horny again soon. I’m distracted, and out of his hair.”
“I’m glad,” Ned said.
“You would be.”
“I just mean that I’m glad you’re not around him anymore. He didn’t appreciate you or love you the way you deserve. He didn’t see how precious you are.”
Ezer laughed. The sound was more wonderful than windchimes on a sunny day. “Ah, I see. God, you really are a goner for me. That’s absurd, but true I guess.”
“I was a goner the first time I saw your eyes. They’re so beautiful.”
“Are we supposed to have this much sex?” Ezer asked, ignoring the compliment. “Should Ibethis horny? Why can’t I get satisfied?”
Ned felt Ezer’s cock push against his hip again. He wasn’t sure how much was too much. He just knew that he’d been told pregnant omegas needed it a hell of a lot, and Ezer was living up to that expectation and then some.
